A/N: Oh, what's this? Another story, from the author who can barely update her existing one? Yep! Enjoy. xx
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Chapter One: Up in the Air
"Juliet! Wake your lazy ass up already!"
I groaned as the familiar voice of my brother penetrated my bedroom walls, "We're leaving in an hour."
My hazel eyes suddenly widened as I remembered what day it was. Today I and my YouTube-famous brother will be attending Minecon, the ultimate Minecraft convention. Being a huge Minecraft geek myself, it was needless to say that I was beyond excited.
"What time is it?" I yelled back at Cedric before rolling over. I threw my comforter off of me before swinging my legs off of my small bed.
"1 AM!" he exclaimed, "Chop, chop!"
"Alright, alright!" I laughed, standing up and stretching briefly. I walked over to my bedroom door, opening it and stepping out into the carpeted hallway.
I padded into the bathroom, locking the door behind me. I turned on the shower, letting the water warm as I undressed. I grabbed a towel from the cabinet and set it on the floor beside the shower, stepping into the running water. I smiled as I washed my long blonde hair, excited for the day ahead.
After about ten minutes I was dried off. I headed back to my room, dirty clothes in my hands. I tossed them into my cream-colored hamper before making my way to my black dresser.
I opened my shirt drawer, selecting a white lacey top. The bottom half was solid white, but the top part had a thin layer of floral-patterned lace on top of it.
I laid the shirt aside and opened my pants drawer. I snatched a pair of light washed skinny jeans, shutting the door and tossing both articles of clothing onto my bed.
I grabbed some undergarments and socks, putting them on. I then proceeded to tug the shirt and pants on. I looked in my mirror, giving a half-smile in response to my appearance. I've looked worse.
Grabbing my brown combat boots, I tugged them on as I stumbled to the bathroom once again. I wiped the foggy mirrors off before getting out my makeup bag. I applied some concealer to cover my acne, and a bit of lip gloss for good measure. I carried the bag with me back to my room, where I stuffed it into my dark green suitcase.
I packed the rest of my stuff into my carry-on bag before grabbing my final item- my burgundy hoodie. I tugged it on before collecting all my luggage and exiting my room.
Cedric, known as PlatinumSheep to his 3 million subscribers, was sitting on our couch with his nose in his phone.
I cleared my throat to get his attention. He sprung up, grinning madly. He stuffed his phone in his pocket before speaking, "The cab will be here in just a few minutes. We'll get breakfast at the airport, and print our boarding passes at check-in. The flight leaves at 4 AM."
I rolled my eyes jokingly as he spouted out all that information, "Thanks for the info."
"Anytime!" he grinned, grabbing his bag, "Let's go wait for the cab."
"Outside?" I asked, laughing a bit, "It's freezing."
"I know!" he exclaimed, "Isn't it great?"
Cedric loved cold weather- as do I, but only when I'm prepared for it, "Yes, but I only have a hoodie on."
"I don't give a single chainsaw!" he said, referencing one of his favorite YouTubers and friends, the BajanCanadian, "C'mon."
"Fine!" I exclaimed, following my over-enthusiastic brother outside. He locked the door to our apartment and we started down the hallway.
We arrived on the ground floor of our apartment complex within a few moments. A yellow car was parked outside, with an old man as the driver.
"Cab!" Cedric squeaked, running ahead. I laughed, following him. He opened the back door of the car, shoving me in and then piling in himself.
The driver looked in the rear-view mirror, chuckling slightly, "Where to, kids?"
"The airport, please," Cedric grinned, buckling his belt.
The ride was about an hour long, and it was spent in silence. I spent my time staring out the window, watching the flashing lights of downtown Montreal go by as we drove.
We pulled up to the curb of terminal three. Cedric paid the driver as I got out of the car, hauling my bag after me.
"2:30 AM, not bad," I noted, glancing at the time on my phone.
"Not at all!" Cedric grinned, "One and a half hours 'till our flight leaves. C'mon, I'm hungry!"
He grabbed my hand and pulled me inside.
"Now where?" he stopped dead in his tracks.
Cedric had only been to an airport a couple times as a child, as this was his first time attending a convention that required the use of an airplane. I on the other hand, was an airport expert.
"Check in!" I declared, heading to the right where the little self-tag stations sat.
I hastily tapped at the screen, entering our conformation number when it prompted me to. Two bags, a total of fifty dollars.
It printed two baggage receipts and our boarding passes. I handed Cedric his, before proceeding to tag both our bags with contact information. We handed our bags and receipts to the person at the desk, and she tossed them onto the conveyor belt behind her.
We showed our passports and boarding passes to the guard outside the actual security checkpoint, and he waved us through.
We then proceeded to enter the small security line. I took my laptop out of my carry-on, placing it in its own bin before putting my shoes, jacket, phone, boarding pass and passport in another one.
The man at the metal detector waved me through. I went through without trouble, as did Cedric. We re-equipped our belongings before making our way to Starbucks.
"I'll have a Grande caramel Frappuccino and a chicken-avocado panini, please," I said to the barista with a smile.
"I'll take the same, please," Cedric said.
"Twenty dollars even," the barista said, batting her eyelashes at Cedric. I rolled my eyes.
He gave her a twenty and then walked off without saying one more thing. I laughed internally as we made our way to the little counter our drinks and food would emerge on.
Ten minutes later we were both sipping our drinks, biting our paninis while walking towards gate C90. We had about one hour until our flight boarded.
Cedric sat down in a seat by the window, gasping at the size of the airplane. I plopped down beside him, dropping my bag in the seat to the right of me.
My eyes landed on the humongous aircraft as well. It had two engines on each wing, and two entire decks spanning the length of the plane. The little pilot in the cockpit looked like a dwarf compared to the plane he was in. Four jet bridges were connected to the plane as the maintenance crews worked away. Multiple baggage carts were lined up alongside the plane, loading bags.
"Do you by chance know what deck we're on?" I asked Cedric without taking my eyes off the airplane.
"Nope," he shrugged, pulling his phone out and snapping a quick photo, "I hope the top one."
"Me too," I grabbed my phone, took a picture as well, and opened Instagram.
I posted the photo with the caption: "Our plane for the flight to London, super excited. Can't wait for Minecon!"
Approximately 35 minutes later, we began to board.
They let first class on first, obviously, but then came business- our group!
I gathered my trash, throwing it in the nearby bin, and made my way into the short line, Cedric close behind me.
We finally got onto the plane. I took my seat almost immediately, as we were both on row 2. Putting my bag in the allotted space, I admired my mini-suite. Oh, on the top deck.
Cedric sat down in the suite beside me, the aisle seat. There was only two 'cubicles' per row, and I happened to have snagged the window one.
I opened the window shade, looking down through the mist at the workers around the plane.
They finished loading passengers, made their announcements, and finally we pushed back from the gate. It took about ten minutes to get the massive plane from the gate to the first taxiway, but it was smooth sailing from there as we turned onto the head of a huge runway. The plane's cabin grew louder as the engines roared into life, and suddenly we all lurched forwards. The plane was now rocketing down the runway at uncanny speeds. About ten seconds later, I felt the nose gear come off the pavement.
"Rotating. One one-thousand, two one-thousand, three one-thousand," the faint voice of the pilot came from the cockpit just a few meters away.
The main gears came off the runway, and with it the body of the plane. We began a relatively steep climb. The floor of the plane vibrated slightly as the pilots retracted the landing gears.
"To Minecon we go!" Cedric grinned from beside me.
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A/N: That was rather long. Sorry. I hope you enjoyed the entirely plane-based chapter, because I know I enjoyed writing it.
*PlatinumSheep is an entirely made up name- I don't know if someone does use that name on YouTube, but I don't.
